“Rank nonsense,” her mother persisted.  “Hasn’t your situation forced you to lie already?  When the child asks why her father and her governess have left us, haven’t you been obliged to invent excuses which are lies?  If the man who was once your husband isn’t as good as dead to you, I should like to know what your Divorce means!  My poor dear, do you think you can go on as you are going on now?  How many thousands of people have read the newspaper account of the trial?  How many hundreds of people—­interested in a handsome woman like you—­will wonder why they never see Mr. Norman?  What?  You will go abroad again?  Go where you may, you will attract attention; you will make an enemy of every ugly woman who looks at you.  Strain at a gnat, Catherine, and swallow a camel.  It’s only a question of time.  Sooner or later you will be a Widow.  Here’s the waiter again.  What does the man want now?”

The waiter answered by announcing: 

“Captain Bennydeck.”

Catherine’s mother was nearer to the door than Catherine; she attracted the Captain’s attention first.  He addressed his apologies to her.  “Pray excuse me for disturbing you—­”

Mrs. Presty had an eye for a handsome man, irrespective of what his age might be.  In the language of the conjurors a “magic change” appeared in her; she became brightly agreeable in a moment.

“Oh, Captain Bennydeck, you mustn’t make excuses for coming into your own room!”

Captain Bennydeck went on with his excuses, nevertheless.  “The landlady tells me that I have unluckily missed seeing Mr. Randal Linley, and that he has left a message for me.  I shouldn’t otherwise have ventured—­”

Mrs. Presty stopped him once more.  The Captain’s claim to the Captain’s rooms was the principle on which she took her stand.  She revived the irresistible smiles which had conquered Mr. Norman and Mr. Presty.  “No ceremony, I beg and pray!  You are at home here—­take the easy-chair!”

Catherine advanced a few steps; it was time to stop her mother, if the thing could be done.  She felt just embarrassment enough to heighten her color, and to show her beauty to the greatest advantage.  It literally staggered the Captain, the moment he looked at her.  His customary composure, as a well-bred man, deserted him; he bowed confusedly; he had not a word to say.  Mrs. Presty seized her opportunity, and introduced them to each other.  “My daughter Mrs. Norman—­Captain Bennydeck.”  Compassionating him under the impression that he was a shy man, Catherine tried to set him at his ease.  “I am indeed glad to have an opportunity of thanking you,” she said, inviting him by a gesture to be seated.  “In this delightful air, I have recovered my health, and I owe it to your kindness.”

The Captain regained his self-possession.  Expressions of gratitude had been addressed to him which, in his modest estimate of himself, he could not feel that he had deserved.